Pinneda love letter to amma.The day of my 11th grade midterms, I opened my lunch bag to find a pink post-it with gravy stained fingerprints that read, “don’t stress…Jul 18, 2023Jul 18, 2023
my smile.Two bouquets of lilies are sat against my window, I love lilies because they bloom in front of your eyes. It’s not instantaneous, it’s not…Nov 22, 2023Nov 22, 2023
my mirror knows best.Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?Jul 18, 2023Jul 18, 2023
my shoulder angel.I have a confession. A lacklustre, anticlimactic, universal confession. I am a severely flawed person. I bite my nails until they burn, I…Jul 17, 2023Jul 17, 2023
smarter than google today.Google knows a lot but at the same time nothing at all. The pain I had in my chest wasn’t breast cancer, the bruise I had on my leg wasn’t…Jul 8, 2023Jul 8, 2023
home.Home is a cup of honey tea at 2 am in the morning, home is the smile on my mom’s face every afternoon when we come back from school, home…Jul 8, 2023Jul 8, 2023
what if it does.I worry a lot. To quote aboomer phrase, “I’m a worrier, not a warrior”. I tend to grieve rejection when I anticipate it, I grieve the idea…Jan 27, 2023Jan 27, 2023
